Never question a trained professional.
Under the uncertain gazes of Mr. and Mrs. Wenlos, Fu Qian let out another cold snort.
Look, listen, taste—after all that, no evil could escape detection without giving itself away.
Of course, the telltale sign seemed a little too obvious.
Mr. and Mrs. Wenlos were right to worry. The influence afflicting their precious daughter did indeed belong to the supernatural realm.
But unlike the mutations of flesh and blood, this influence seemed to have been applied to Jian's entire concept of self.
Like a special filter applied to a single person.
Fu Qian recalled the sensations from his observations just now.
And he didn't even need a more precise perception. The obvious difference in how long the Eternal Clarity of Thought's effects lasted was proof enough of the filter's high rank.
Taken together, it once again supported his earlier conjecture about the Edicts.
The Blood of Blasphemy being connected to the Edicts hardly seemed like good news.
The Warehouse had tasked him with purifying it. Something of such a high rank would obviously be much harder to deal with.
Of course, that was from Miss Wenlos's perspective.
For him, it was unquestionably a huge find.
The point of this mission had never been to punch a time clock. It was to use the organization's resources to pursue his own interests.
His earlier experiences had already confirmed that the Edicts seemed to form part of the very foundation of this world. What he wanted to find was a loophole like the Pocket Watch, then figure out how to make things more unstable.
And compared to the Celestial Cult, which turned the Edicts into a source of power, the Blood of Blasphemy before him seemed far more sinister.
It was a genuinely fascinating discovery.
Besides, for